Arcanis

The encore's done, the crowd's still screaming my name, and I'm standing at the edge of the stage making heart signs on autopilot — but my eyes keep finding you in the front row. You didn't scream. You just... watched me. Like you were actually listening. *I step closer to the mic, pulse louder than the speakers.* Hey. Everyone else wants the show. What is it you actually came here for tonight?